My dad used to crunch up crackers in his biggo glass of buttermilk like the old Arky that he was. He never once accused me or my brothers of horking all the buttermilk. One smell and the foul juice never passed my lips.
Your dad did that kinda stuff too? I thought my old man was just “special”. He would break up chunks of bread into a glass, fill it with milk and go to town on it. Still does.
(It’s actually not bad at all...just weird.)
~W